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i miss the way coffee used to taste i used to take the dregs at the end of the morning *** and pour them into a steel tumbler mix in handfuls of refined white sugar to fight the bitter flavor i had not yet learned to accept then it went into a large glass receptacle with terminally stained interior corners mixed with milk until pale and creamy left to sit in the fridge for a week drunk from shimmering crystalline glasses at any hour of day or night because consequences didn't matter to me my summer coffee tastes different now not so watered down and drunk early from plastic cups through straws that crack just because it's there, not because i took the time to make it and i miss something a lot deeper than the way my coffee used to taste but i cannot for the life of me remember what it is
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
the way my coffee used to taste
i miss the way coffee used to taste i used to take the dregs at the end of the morning *** and pour them into a steel tumbler mix in handfuls of refined white sugar to fight the bitter flavor i had not yet learned to accept then it went into a large glass receptacle with terminally stained interior corners mixed with milk until pale and creamy left to sit in the fridge for a week drunk from shimmering crystalline glasses at any hour of day or night because consequences didn't matter to me my summer coffee tastes different now not so watered down and drunk early from plastic cups through straws that crack just because it's there, not because i took the time to make it and i miss something a lot deeper than the way my coffee used to taste but i cannot for the life of me remember what it is
copyright 4/19/18 b. e. mccomb
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Apr 19, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
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